Boy, Did I Get a Wrong Number!
Boy, Did I Get a Wrong Number!
NR | 08 June 1966 (USA)
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Tom Meade mistakenly dials the gorgeous European film star Didi at her Oregon hotel. Didi, who has escaped Hollywood to avoid being typecast as a bombshell, takes up Meade's offer to hide away at his backwoods cabin. Meade, with the help of his housekeeper, goes to absurd lengths to help the actress evade discovery by both the public and his suspicious wife.

Reviews
Boobirt Stylish but barely mediocre overall
BoardChiri Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay
StyleSk8r At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.
Matylda Swan It is a whirlwind of delight --- attractive actors, stunning couture, spectacular sets and outrageous parties.
bkoganbing Boy Did I Get A Wrong Number has Bob Hope, real estate salesman up in rural Oregon accidentally connected by a space cadet switchboard operator to Elke Sommer's room. Sommer is a film star who has pulled a diva act on her husband director Cesare Danova and she's fled her latest movie set for parts unknown. Danova and her studio gave out with that she was kidnapped by persons unknown for publicity.Hope sees a business opportunity if he can get Sommer to stay at a lakeside cottage he's been trying to unload. She just wants some privacy, but can Hope keep his mind on business?One of the saddest things about this film is that it was directed by George Marshall who did many great comedy films including five with Bob Hope in his best years. Such films like Off Limits and The Ghostbreakers are two of their collaborations. This one isn't close to being as good as those were.It is however a good showcase for Phyllis Diller. She plays Hope's maid and both of them spend a lot of the film keeping Sommer away from Mrs. Hope played by Marjorie Lord. Of course in the end it fails as you knew it would.This will never be rated among Hope's best.
rinterrante-1 This is one of Bob Hope's bad 60's comedy efforts. I found it to be nothing more than an over blown average sit-com episode. The first two thirds of the movie is him throwing out one liners at Elke Sommer, making wise cracks and exchanging barbs with Phylis Diller. The last third of the movie is nothing more than silly 60's slapstick and typical car chase fare. To those who found the movie kinky I saw it as no worse than any other bedroom farce for it's time. It's Bob playing the happy married middle class man with a pretty wife and kids getting into an atypical situation with a sexy woman. Now that's original. Now any movie with Elke Sommer can't be all that bad. So I vote 10 stars for her and minus 8 for the movie.
Hoohawnaynay This movie is a campfest. Elke Sommer plays a temperamental star who ends up on the run from her studio. She inadvertently gets hooked up with married man Bobe Hope who tries to conceal her from the police and his wife Marjorie Lord. Phyllis Diller steals the show as Bobe Hope's maid. Very subtle risqué humor permeates this movie. If you listen very carefully you can hear some very suggestive dialogue between Bobe Hope and Phyllis. While Phyllis is eavesdropping on Bobe & Elke's phone call she is shown peeling a banana. When she hears a vaguely sexual remark she squeezes the bottom and the banana pops out of it's skin and onto the floor! Very subtle but VERY suggestive which is what I loved about the 60's, nothing is as blatant as today. Light fluff of a movie but lots of fun. I guess some previous viewers are so bombarded with in your face grossness these days in most movies they didn't see or appreciate the innocence of this flick.
moonspinner55 Silly, scrappy comedy with Bob Hope trying to hide sleepy sexpot Elke Sommer from his wife. Low-budget screwball antics looks really bad, with sets which are far too large for the minimal action taking place there (the kitchen in Bob's house is positively drafty), and the poor lighting and awkward camera-work do not help. Once the action swings from suburbia to a cabin in the woods, the picture perks up a bit. The one-dimensional cabin set is another eyesore, but the slapstick involved isn't too bad (and Sommer's shrieks are funny). Phyllis Diller, as the family housekeeper with a hair problem, should've written her own dialogue: the woman is all revved up and ready, yet she's given no funny lines. As for Bob Hope, I have never been a particular admirer of his, but he's not bad here, coasting through without hogging the camera too much. I would have to say "Wrong Number" isn't offensive the way Hope's "Private Navy of Sgt. O'Farrell" was, but--for a comedy--shouldn't somebody be having a good time? ** from ****